FSE

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~ The streets of the trade district were a grinding mess of sound and sights, gleaming with the tones of cart wheels and wares on display. Tucked into one of the buildings, Varner's Books held against the tide of diversions as an oasis of dust and calm. An elderly Synth rested at a desk near the entrance, reclined in his seat while listening to various bits of old news on the radio crackling on a shelf above.

~ Into the store, with as much discretion as the rambunctious symphony of shouts and discussions in the streets allowed, slipped in an anxious trio. The lion stood tall, peering around the shop for other patrons while nodding to the wolf to keep an eye on the door. The panther, the apparent leader of the group, stepped forward to the desk to gaze down at the Synth resting behind it. Varner kept his hands visible, still reclining.

~ The elderly Synth was visibly so, with even several cracks that had long since found their way across his facial display. Half of his right eye didn't seem to display at full brightness anymore, though all of his gaze rose to meet the panther. "There's free coffee on the table in the back.", he offered.

~ The panther's expression rapidly drifted to annoyance. "This thing's practically ancient. We won't even be able to get a price for the parts."

~ The Synth turned his gaze of one and a half eyes to the lion of the group, "Please be careful to not spill any, though. I have trouble cleaning the carpets, at my age.", his foot sliding to gently kick a button concealed beneath the desk.

~ The wolf strode further into the store, "If we're not getting paid for this, I'm using its shitter."

~ The Synth withheld any helpful tone, explaining, "In the back, to the left but not all the way in the corner. To the right of the display of journals."

~ The lion groaned and started to check his data pad for a better lead, when a basilisk abruptly barreled in through the front door that only just barely seemed to hold to its frame.

~ With a voice that sounded like the rage of radiator of a car installed backwards, the basilisk cheerily announced, "Varner! I have arrived with lunch. Though I didn't bring enough to share.", his glare cutting across the store in a swipe. "They need to leave."

~ It was before the basilisk had finished his assessment that the panther had already gotten a hold of the wolf's tail, deciding that anywhere else would be quite more profitable with urgency.